Full health is the kill threshold, no matter if you're a god or a demon!

The leader summoned a grotesque and dilapidated tracked vehicle: "Just enough trash to die, we need to replenish our cannon fodder! Follow me to the Shining Mine to reinforce the commander! Don't let those bad birds get there first!"

Liu Nian originally intended to kill these goblins directly, but when he heard that they were also going to the Shining Mine, he changed his mind and decided to play along.

His face immediately showed fear: "Thank you for your kind words, sir! This rotten nose of mine will swear to serve you to the death!"

"Hmph, you're smart enough to know what's good for you!" Gazruk impatiently waved his saw-tooth launcher. "Back to the team! Stay behind! Don't fall behind, or I'll treat you as a deserter!"

This guy clearly has a chariot, but he deliberately doesn't pull a single goblin along; he just makes all the goblins run behind the chariot.

Gazruk boarded the tracked vehicle that was constantly belching out black smoke and walked at the front of the procession, his cursing and swearing never ceasing.

A moment later, Gazruk gathered another goblin leader. From their conversation, it seemed they had all been summoned by the same goblin commander to provide support at Shimmering Mine.

More and more goblins joined them along the way, and their momentum gradually grew stronger.

This was the first time Liu Nian had ever seen such a scene. They gathered together as they traveled, and in no time, they had gathered over a thousand goblin players!

As the number of goblin players increased, something strange seemed to happen. All the goblins became increasingly excited, running frantically alongside the group as if they were tireless. Some goblins even had red eyes, and a fanatical atmosphere enveloped this massive army...

As the group moved forward, Liu Nian heard the goblins chattering, most of which was useless information, but he did notice one or two useful ones.

Some goblins said that on the eastern ridge, a group of huge figures covered in fur were rushing toward the Shining Mine. They looked like giant bear-men, and they suspected they were the Demon Bear Clan.

In the low-lying area to the southwest, there were subtle signs of the soil being frequently turned over, accompanied by squeaking sounds. Experienced goblins said it must be those burrowing rat people!

In addition, there were some pigmen riding war boars following behind them, as well as the earlier group of eagle descendants...

Liu Nian was suddenly startled.

Good heavens, the six major factions (humans, goblins, pigmen, bears, eagle-born, and ratmen) are actually showing signs of converging here because of this dungeon!

The situation is far more complicated than anticipated.

If things go wrong, the war between the six races might even start ahead of schedule!

One hour later, the terrain ahead began to change.

The exposed ore veins are more dense, and there are many traces of manual excavation and abandoned mine cart tracks on the ground.

A massive mine pit, over a kilometer in diameter, appeared on the horizon, as if it had been gnawed by a giant beast. The pit seemed to have experienced some intense heat, with large areas of the rocks and ground showing signs of vitrification.

That's the "Shimmering Mine".

Along the edges of the mine and on every tier of the mine shaft, a continuous stretch of goblin camps had been erected, with the flags and emblems of various goblin tribes fluttering in the wind.

More goblin guards, engineers, and merchants gathered here, making the entrance completely blocked.

To enter the dungeon area deep within the mine, one must pass through the checkpoints set up by the goblins and pay a hefty toll!

Gazruk's group stopped outside the camp and began setting up camp, joining up with several other goblin groups that had arrived earlier.

The atmosphere became noticeably tense, with the goblins filled with wariness and competition among themselves.

Liu began to move among the messy tents in the camp, quietly approaching the core area of ​​the mine entrance.

His gaze swept over the faintly visible figures of the Demon Bear Clan on the distant hills, and over the Eagle-descended sentinels circling in the sky.

Then, his gaze settled on a makeshift settlement built of rough rocks and logs opposite the mine entrance.

The pigmen's flag is flying there!

Several exceptionally tall and well-equipped pigman warriors stood guard at the entrance to the stronghold, their fierce eyes scanning the surroundings.

The pig-men have indeed arrived!

Their seemingly insignificant position was precisely positioned on a path leading into the mine, allowing them to advance or retreat as needed.

As the landowners, the goblins were the most numerous and controlled the main entrances to the mine. Various fortifications and watchtowers were already taking shape. Steam-powered ballistae and strange flamethrowers gleamed coldly in the sunlight. A large number of vehicles were arranged on one side, and the most conspicuous were the three siege cannons placed on a platform, which was a real deterrent.

The ratmen are the most mysterious. So far, no large force of them has been seen on the surface. But Liu Nian believes that the soil beneath his feet has probably been dug up by them, and they could emerge from anywhere at any time or slip away silently.

The five forces each have their own strengths and are in a standoff with each other.

The air seemed to freeze, filled with a sense of impending doom.

Any spark could ignite this barrel of dangerous explosives.

At the edge of the Glittering Mine, in the central area of ​​the goblin camp, stands a tent larger than the others, supported by thick canvas and a metal frame, its exterior covered with rough-welded metal plates.

Two rows of goblin guards stood at the entrance of the camp, their weapons being buzzing chainsaws.

This is the command post of the goblin's highest commander in the mining area—the goblin general Broken Bolt.

The tent was spacious inside, with thick carpets on the floor. In the center was a huge metal table with a war chessboard on it, marked with small flags of various colors to indicate territories and troop deployments.

At this moment, the atmosphere inside the tent was heavy and subtle.

Seated in the main seat was a burly goblin with a build almost as large as a human.

He was also wearing heavy power armor, but the craftsmanship of the armor was clearly superior, with its surface covered in intricate rune circuits. He wasn't wearing a helmet, revealing a scarred face. His left eye had been replaced by a red mechanical prosthetic eye, a unique piece of equipment for goblins, including the eyeball, rivets, and modified prosthetic limbs—all equipment unique to their race.

He is none other than General Shattered Bolt, level 99, and the highest representative of the goblins in this area.

At this moment, his mechanical prosthetic eye constantly adjusted its focus, scanning the other "guests" inside the tent.

Sitting to the right of the broken bolt are two pig-men.

A figure clad in an unusual robe made of animal skins, with a necklace adorned with countless tiny bones and feathers around his neck, and holding a twisted wooden staff topped with a luminous crystal, clearly belonged to a shamanic class.

[Level 99 Howling Prophet - Bone Whisper]

The other pig-man was completely different. He was lean and agile, with strangely dark gray skin. He wore a set of matte, form-fitting leather armor and had two strangely curved scimitars at his waist.

He is the Warchief of the Shadowfang Clan, known for his stealth and assassination skills, and is also level 99.

Sitting to the left of the broken bolt were two ratmen.

They were hunched over, wearing dirty hooded robes, revealing only their pointed noses and eyes that gleamed with a cunning red light.

One of them was toying with the skull of an unknown creature in his hand, his long, black fingernails tapping lightly on the skull, making an annoying tapping sound.

He is the patriarch of the Skull Eroder Clan, a level 99 expert in plague and necromancy [Skull Eroder Plague Fang].

The other one appeared stronger by ratman standards. Although he was also wearing a robe, one could vaguely see the chainmail underneath and the poisoned crossbow at his waist.

He is the Grand Warlord of the Skull Eater Clan [Skull Eater - Sharp Claw], also level 99.

The leaders of the three factions—goblins, pigmen, and ratmen—have gathered here.